A Siren Adult Fairy Tale
Tower of Secrets
After one look, Sebastian wants Marina , but can their love overcome a tower of secrets?
Sebastian Montclaire is used to getting what he wants, from women to business. What he wants now is the patent on a revolutionary computer code. One look at the inventor's daughter has him questioning which he wants more.
He has no idea Marina Bennett is a proverbial princess in a tower and only true love can ever free her.
TOWER OF SECRETS
A Siren Adult Fairy Tale
Samantha Lucas
EROTIC ROMANCE
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TOWER OF SECRETS
Copyright © 2007 by Samantha Lucas
ISBN: 1-933563-88-5
First E-book Publication: June 2007
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TOWER OF SECRETS
A Siren Adult Fairy Tale
SAMANTHA LUCAS
Copyright © 2007
Chapter 1
Marina slid her hand over her breast. Her nipple stiffened and the ache to be touched grew until she almost couldn’t handle it.
S: Marina? Would you like that?
She could almost hear his voice, as if he were in the room with her, not just some words in a box on her monitor. Before she chickened out, she typed the one word he wanted to hear. Knowing it was true embarrassed her. She felt herself blushing in the flickering light from the computer screen.
Bennett: Yes
She waited, nervous, and vulnerable, unsure how she’d handle his rejection at this point. She wanted him. It was nearly unbelievable. In twenty-six years, she’d never wanted anyone. Although, to be fair, the only men she’d met were either servants or business associates of her father, both types with one foot in the grave. Good God, the last man who visited here must have been a hundred and fifty. She’d expected him to cough up a lung any second.
S: Mmmm. Good girl. Do you have any idea how much you turn me on, Marina?
A giddy swell flowed through her and a smile bloomed. Suddenly shy in the darkened study, she bit the sensitive flesh of her lower lip and typed.
Bennett: No.
S: I’m hard, dripping pre-cum and want you so bad I’m imagining ways I can rip you right through my screen.
S: If I were there, Marina, in this shape, my cock hard and weeping for you, what would you do?
A quiet, hysterical bubble of laughter purged itself. She had no fucking idea and was tempted to type that. Instead, she thought of a book she’d been reading and typed.
Bennett: Wrap my fingers around you, squeezing, pulling. Take the finger of my other hand and spread the cum over your tip. Then suck on my finger, taste you for the first time.
Despite being secretly horrified with her boldness, she was also a little thrilled and a lot turned on.
S: Good Lord, Marina, I’ll cum if you say things like that. Are you touching yourself?
Her breath tripped. Could she? It was four in the morning. No one was around, but still…If she got caught, forget being embarrassed. If her father found out, he’d lock her in her room for a decade this time. All the same, she wanted to touch herself, to pretend it was him touching her. She knew they’d never meet in real life, but in her fantasies, he came to her every night, made love to her and let her sleep in the safety of his arms. He was her prince, riding to her rescue and together they’d live happily ever after.
Pushing away guilt and shame, she slid her hand beneath her robe and ran it along her inner thigh.
S: Marina?
Her other hand hesitated over the keyboard. Could she tell him she’d just brushed her fingers over her folds, finding them very wet?
S: Don’t go shy on me now, princess. I’m touching myself. Stroking my cock, wishing I was inside you. Wishing I could kiss you, hold you. Wishing when I came, which is inevitable, btw, that my cum would fill you. Marina, tell me you’re wet, that you need me.
S: Please, love.
His words squeezed her heart and for reasons more than he was the first to say anything like this to her, more than all the childhood dreams she’d had of Prince Charming—it was him. Somehow he reached through the computer and touched her soul.
She drew a deep breath, closed one eye…and typed.
Bennett: I’m touching myself. I’m wet. I want you, need you. Please, Sebastian, please touch me.
Feeling the familiar swirl of butterflies in her stomach, she dipped her finger inside herself and spread her juices over her clit.
S: Oh, love, you have no idea how I wish I could touch you. How deeply I desire to lay you in a bed of silk and velvet, watch the candlelight spill over your naked body while I run my hands over your skin, feeling every inch of you.
S: I want to taste you. The sweetness of your lips, the saltiness of your skin, the tangy nectar of your pussy.
S: I want it all, Marina. I want all of you.
Her heart cracked, a rough jagged fracture that split the organ directly in two. She knew none of these fantasies would come true. They’d never meet. She’d never feel his lips on hers his hands on her skin. They’d never get closer than this and yet, she lived for the nights when Sebastian found her on-line and made love to her with his words.
S: Tell me you want me, my love.
She closed her eyes. Those words stung more than he could understand, because she longed for him in a way she couldn’t have imagined three short months ago when she accidentally opened an IM meant for her father.
Bennett: I want you, Sebastian.
S: How much, my darling? Tell me what you want me to do to you.
Her breath went shallow, her inner muscles clenched hard; she would come very soon. In the heated haze of pre-orgasmic bliss, she seemed to lose all her inhibitions.
Bennett: I want you to suck on my clit, Sebastian. I want you to make me come with your mouth, then slide your cock deep inside me, make us one. I want to ride you, clenching you with my pussy. I want to make you cum, Sebastian. Is that okay?
She waited breathless for the next words to appear.
S: Mmmm, love, I am coming. Hard. Oh, God…
The thought of him, cock in hand, cum spurting, pushed her over the edge into her own orgasm. She held her breath, not making a sound as the waves of pleasure rolled over her. She wanted this moment to never end, in part because she knew once her hormones leveled, the loneliness would swarm back in, taking her prisoner once more.
S: Marina?
In the dim flicker of light from the monitor, she cringed, knowing what he was about to say—knowing she had to deny him again. Her heart still pounding hard, she waited breathlessly.
S: I want to meet y
ou.
She smiled sadly. Five words she’d come to dread. They could never meet, but the desire was so strong some nights it overwhelmed her. She was glad she’d never told him who she really was, that she was Claude’s daughter. He probably thought she was a servant or something, but there was safety in that. He couldn’t find her if he didn’t know her secret and some nights she thought he would search the planet for her.
Bennett: I can’t. You know that.
That crack in her heart widened.
S: No. I know you say that every fucking night. Marina, I’m falling in love with you.
Her eyes closed against the pain of longing that tore through her. Recovering, quickly, she typed.
Bennett: You know nothing about me. You can’t possibly love me.
S: I know you’re indescribably thoughtful, intelligent, giving, fair, sexy as hell and extraordinarily loving. Favorite color: aquamarine, favorite food: turtle cheesecake, favorite song: Austin by Blake Shelton. You also like to rock out to Def Leppard and Bon Jovi. Long chestnut hair I’m dying to run my fingers through. Eyes the color of emeralds I’m dying to stare into. You’re lonely as hell, and for whatever reason, you share your nights with me.
S: Let me meet you.
A tear rolled down her cheek and splashed on the deep mahogany of the desktop. This man touched her so deeply she could barely resist him. Ultimately, however, she had no choice.
Bennett: No.
She disconnected and ran to her room in tears.
* * * *
In his study, Sebastian shoved his still half-erect cock back into his pants. That girl had him wrapped around her finger like no woman ever had been able to do.
He picked up the small photo his detective had given him and traced the outline of her face. He imagined he could have fifty pictures of Marina Bennett and she’d be smiling in none of them. He wanted to make her smile.
A wicked smile crept across his face. I want to make her come, and using more than my damn words.
He paced to the full-length windows lining one wall. Open tonight, they allowed the summer air to float in and caress him.
“I’m coming for you, Marina. Like it or not…you are mine and I will possess you.”
Chapter 2
Sebastian Montclair never played games—unless he knew he would win. This one was already over even if that fool Claude Bennett didn’t realize it. He agitatedly checked his watch again. Men—and women—in many circles respected and feared him for his numerous achievements and attributes, but patience was not among them. Sebastian fumed. This trip might just push him beyond his limits. It was taking so fucking long to reach Bennett’s refuge.
Nothing since he’d arrived at the airport had gone his way. Now, even the damned weather schemed against him. Hugging the mountainside, the storm-borne darkness forced his driver to go slow around the curves, adding to his edginess. Vivid, explicit images of Marina assaulting him at inopportune moments failed to improve his mood.
The air around him tasted stale. He tugged on his tie, shifting in the plush leather interior, grateful for the shelter. Nevertheless, part of him wanted to be out in the storm, feeling the rain prick his skin as it fell upon him in sharp beads. He wanted to inhale deeply of wet earth and pine, but it was an impulse he contained—as always.
Images of himself in his study every night for the past three months—desperately waiting for Marina to appear—prompted bitter laughter.
“Way to keep your feelings on lockdown.”
This woman’s pull spelled danger, in more ways than one. Yet, just like a siren’s song, he followed it, despite his gut intuition that it could mean the end of him.
Wind tossed sheets of rain against the darkened windows, occasionally giving his driver the need to correct the vehicle’s position on the narrow road. The uncomfortable expedition, the storm, the narrow road littered with sharp turns, all disrupted his concentration, making work a waste of time. Finally, shoving the report into his attaché, he poured himself a straight shot of vodka. Even without those petty distractions, not the least of which had hair like a fairly-tale princess, his mind was ultimately on Bennett himself. The man would not expect him, giving Sebastian a perverse sense of bliss. He often relied upon advantages gained from acting outside the others’ expectations.
This would be no different. He needed that patent and he’d damn well get it, Marina was a side benefit he hadn’t planned on. He knew her well enough now to know she’d resist him, but there wasn’t anything he could not, or did not, get, that he wanted badly enough.
Moonlight broke through the trees as the car finally crested the cliff. Sebastian swirled the contents of his glass. Watching the moonlight sparkle off the clear liquid, he felt a deep sense of satisfaction at that moment in being Sebastian Montclair.
The Bennetts don’t stand a chance.
* * * *
Marina’s loneliness and misery oppressed her. Having spent a great deal of her life that way, she tried not to want things she would never have. Tonight, though, the restlessness had taken another form. Unused to feeling quite this way, she didn’t think the storm or Sebastian’s apparent desertion had caused it. Something else loomed out there—something that would bring change. She could feel it.
For the hundredth time she walked from her bed to the French doors and peered out into the blackness. Lightning lit the countryside. Perched atop the mountain, she could see forever when the lightning flashed. Flat meadows and open fields to the horizon in one direction, sheer cliffs and a steep drop to churning waters below in the other.
Opening the door, she immediately heard the angry surf crash upon the rocks far below and inhaled deeply of the rain-drenched air. Some nights when she felt particularly lonely, she thought about throwing herself into the sea. Only thoughts of her poor father’s resulting heartbreak stopped her. He’d already lost the love of his life when her mother died; she knew he couldn’t bear to lose her, too.
Leaning against the door, watching the storm in all its glory, she wondered again what went wrong with Sebastian.
It wasn’t like he owed her anything. Maybe he’d just gotten fed up with her constant refusal to meet in real life. Nearly two weeks had passed since she’d heard from him. It had never been more than a few days before, and even then she’d gotten the impression he’d been there even when she couldn’t get to the computer.
So what happened?
She refused to admit to herself how deeply her heart ached, how much she missed him. She’d only wanted a little fun. Nothing could ever come from it.
Lights crested the hill approaching the driveway.
Company?
Her heart raced. Unexpected visitors never came, not once in all the years she could remember. She knew they didn’t expect anyone because her father hadn’t locked her in. Fingernails pierced soft wood as she gripped the open door, standing on tiptoe as if she could somehow see into the vehicle that way.
As a rule, she didn’t complain or whine. Her father treated her well, trying to give her everything she desired. Sadly, he seemed to completely overlook companionship and she longed for it desperately.
The car pulled right up to the house. Excitement overriding anxiety, she stepped onto the stone balcony, immediately drenched, but not caring. She watched the driver get out and run around to the back. She held her breath as he opened the door.
The young man who stepped from the back of the car looked nothing like any of her father’s usual visitors. Jet-black hair slicked back from his face picked up a silver sparkle from the moonlight. Thunder cracked, startling Marina, but couldn’t make her look away. However, her small yelp drew his attention. Before she could retreat, his gaze pinned her where she stood.
* * * *
Sebastian looked up without knowing why. A feeling, he supposed, like someone watching him. The last thing he expected was a half-naked woman, sheer white gown gone transparent in the rain, now outlining every seductive curve of her body.
M
y Marina. At last.
Chapter 3
Within a heartbeat, Sebastian went hard. His all-too-familiar animal instincts took over. He’d known it would be like this with her. For whatever reason, she had an inexplicable hold on him. He’d never had an internet-based relationship before. All the women he dated he’d met through work or friends, but the night Marina Bennett opened her father’s IM by mistake, all fluster and apologies, he’d felt as if she reached right through his screen and latched onto the least-used organ in his body—his heart.
He stood there, gaze locked with hers, refusing to make the necessary adjustment to his pants to allow for his now fully-erect cock. Instead, he stared up at her, not releasing her from his stare until she felt half as uncomfortable as she’d made him. Not that he actually blamed her for her allure. Still, he felt a need to dish out some of what she did to him. He exulted to see her as powerless to this attraction as he felt.
“Mr. Montclair?”
Shaking his head, never breaking eye contact with Marina, he replied, “Ring the bell.”
He had no intentions of explaining himself. His eyes traveled the length of her body, what he could see of it past the stone and iron building, more castle than any other type of structure.
Crazy bastard, Claude is.
Vines clung to the stone as if drawing life from it, and the balcony three floors up made it difficult to see her well. Tilting his head all the way back, he could see her clutching a stone pillar. Unfortunately for him, she decided in that moment to step behind the pillar, hiding her body.
He had a good mind to toss out that he could still see her, but he couldn’t imagine that she’d ever hear him, not even on a clear day. So he said nothing, simply allowing his hungry gaze to feast. Six-thousand-dollar suit ruined, he stood in the wind and the rain, staring down a vision of such seduction he knew he would never recover completely from this interlude.
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